|Bali Gifting - December 18, 2006 02:57|
|Gifting in Bali is a lonely affair and as
far as I know, Iím the only gifter on the island.
When I started making orgonite a few months ago, the sky was a hazy pale blue with no recognizable cloud-formations and I hadnít seen distinct cumulus for a long time.
Today the sky is a clear blue graced by majestic cumuli wherever one goes (in the south).
This suggests that Bali was indeed totally ungifted before I learned about orgonite a few months ago; a situation which I hope to rectify in time.
Whenever I have occasion to drive up north, the good weather fades as I climb into the hills of central Bali where familiar pale-blue hazy skies prevail, urging me to widen my field of scope from my own back yard to the mountainous north.
Iíd like to site another two CBs in the north-east and the north-west respectively to triangulate the island but there are problems.
In contrast to its international image as a holiday destination, many of the Balinese are actually quite poor so a badly secured CB would quickly find its way to the nearest scrap-yard.
They are also a highly superstitious people and are devoted to their complex religion (a kind of animist version of Hinduism).
If it were known that there was a strange device in their village that could effect something as fundamental as the weather, any number of ills could be blamed on it and I fear that it would not be long before it would be destroyed by a lynch-mob.
For this reason I have told very few people about my own CB and any further devices would need to be placed with trusted allies who could keep a secret
Solitary gifting has many advantages and I generally cruise around on my motorbike with my shirt stuffed with TBs.
On a bike nobody bothers me; they havenít had the time to wonder what Iím up to before Iím in the saddle again and gone.
Iím fast enough to cover long distances with ease and slow enough to chug down alleyways pretending to be looking for an elusive address whereas in reality Iím searching for access to an elusive tower embedded in housing estate.
I can pretend to be fiddling with the engine when Iím actually burying a TB at the roadside and can pull up on the sidewalk to lob a couple into a river or an overgrown vacant lot.
In this way Iíve gifted most of the main roads and many of the smaller ones and sniffed-out the bulk of the towers in Denpasar, the major town in southern Bali where I live.
The Ďcityí of Denpasar is criss-crossed with rivers and storm-drains and these make excellent locations for general gifting.
The bulk of the public areas are swept fastidiously on a daily basis by an army of locals who take pride in keeping their houses and shop-fronts clean making the opportunities for sidewalk gifting few and far between.
As Hari mentioned in his Malaysia gifting reports, the danger of being mistaken for a terrorist in this part of the world is all too real.
There have been a number of high-profile bombing campaigns in the region that have had a catastrophic effect on tourism which used to be one of the major sources of foreign exchange and upon which many Balinese had come to depend.
One fortunate legacy of the erstwhile tourist trade is that Westerners have been visiting the island in such numbers for so many years that they arenít regarded as anything special anymore and clandestine gifting missions arenít likely to attract much attention (except where security is high).
Still, it would be a shame to end up in Guantanamo Bay for trying to bust a microwave tower.
Towers are often sited on private land and the owner receives a nominal rent and can still use the ground thatís not taken up by the foundation stones.
I can only imagine what it must be like having a tower buzzing away in your yard but the locals donít seem unduly bothered.
I gifted this tower a few days before I went back to take this photo:
The house isn't quite finished yet and the owner has yet to move in (rather him than me).
Last Edited: December 18, 2006 03:03 by Edostar
|No Subject - December 19, 2006 10:33|
|This is terrific for the record, thanks Dan--the more we
can report the before and after effects of our efforts, the more solid
and unassailable our body of empirical evidence of orgonite's effects
It's possible that if you go back to the rural areas you're gifting you may find receptive souls. This is another common effect of gifting that hasn't gotten its fair share of reporting but I think you're going to discover that on your own.
Carol and I have hidden CBs in key areas, including the Hopi and Navajo Reservations. Sometimes even a temporary atmospheric boost from a cloudbuster is worth the risk of it being eventually found and dismantled. It may be that you can turn the tide of the present terror in Bali. I hate to think about how things would be in America if the federal gov't had got its terror wishes granted, as happened somewhat where you live.
That big bomb blast is one of the four in the past five years that we failed to discover in time to stop; the other three being the train bombs in Spain and UK and the detonation of the H-bomb on the seabed not very far from you.
I think the larger calamities are social and political ones, including the final obliteration of the rule of law in America and the destruction of the gender equality movement and all other progressive cultural developments in the Middle East. Oddly, it's the isolated government-terrrorist events that catch most people's attention, though. The upside is that we can economically prevent most or all of the latter so that the PJ folks will remain relatively terror-free and are more inclined to notice and resent the new, overt tyrannies.
I reckon Bali is the only region that declined to convert to Islam, centuries ago. I shared a house in the mid-1980s in Western Samoa with some guys from Tanna in Vanu Atu. That island was made famous by a National Geographic magazine article about the vine jumpers, which these fellows were. It's also famous for the John Frumm cargo cult from WWII and the fellows dressed up in discarded US Army uniform items, for which there was apparently a brisk trade on their home island. I mentioned them because that culture, too, remained free from missionizing, so it was an anomaly. It may be a rule that cultures that resist peer pressure that way (conversion by missionaries) are generally quick to accept practical new tech. Japan has always been that way, too.
If you ever see a bumper sticker that says,'What Would John Frumm
Do?' you'll know why it's funny. Worldwide fundamentalist churchianity,
since the late 1960s, is mostly a CIA-created cargo cult, by the way.
Religion, via dirty clergy, has always been the best means of
infiltration and cultural sabotage.
My good friend, Kizira Ibrahim in Uganda, is a Buganda witch doctor who planted himself in a rural village because he felt a conviction that it was where he was supposed to be. He's from some other part of the country but within the same tribal region. When I visited him, there, the villagers were still kind of leery of him, even though all the sick folks came to him for healing. He had done that work, before, in Kenya but apparently it was too difficult to get things done among another tribe, so he moved back to his native region.
He certainly kept in mind the notion that the villagers (just about anyone we ever meet is a PJ person) had limits to how much information they were willing to assimilate at once. He had to put his cloudbuster in the house at some point because so much rain was being generated that the dirt tracks were getting impassable and the villagers were giving him the stinkeye on account of it. Six months before that, our mutual friend, Dr Paul Batiibwe, had built Uganda's first cloudbuster, 20km away, and ended a very long HAARP-induced drought in that farming region.
Dr Paul was often under the gun because he ran the Kiboga district
hospital mostly without the use of drugs, including antibiotics, and was
getting consistently phenomenal results. This brought a lot of pressure
from the UN onto the Uganda Government at a time when the CIA and MI6
were inciting and paying for large-scale bloodshed to the north. Doc
Kayiwa's timely gifting in the north and the neighboring areas of Sudan
and Congo, late last year, quickly stopped the violence, though CIA and
MI6 aren't gifing up entirely, of course.
I hope you'll try that, especially in the remote regions, Dan--if you're gun shy, why not pepper the area with orgonite, first, on your scooter and then go back, a month later after the energy has had a chance to percolate in people's energy fields? It's now even possible to hand orgonite to many white strangers in America, which is as closed a culture as the one in Bali, I bet. It's human nature to remain separate from other cultures, even when we're surrounded by them, but i think that trait is as obsolete as tails and canine teeth and the only way to get past it is to consciously go against the tendency.
I wonder why the sewer rats want so badly to isolate the Balinese
these days with CIA nightclub bombs, etc. Maybe you can tell
us--everyone's curious about Bali and I, for one, didn't even know that
the terror campaign is succeeding there or that tourism has died. I know
that tourism in America, at least via air, is almost dead on account of
the airport Gestapo. Our airports are like ghost towns these days.
Hopefully something will soon break in the pajama people's consciousness
and they'll recognize that the airport Gestapo and the associated new
treasonous form of government are unacceptable. Apparently the world
odor has had to 'put up or shut up' and jumped the gun by not
sufficiently terrorizing the PJ folks before saddling them with overt
tyranny. This is a global problem, actually, as your observations also
Last Edited: December 19, 2006 10:43 by Don Croft
|No Subject - December 23, 2006 04:03|
To elucidate; the bombs that were detonated in tourist areas of Bali were widely blamed on a militant Islamic organization called Jemaah Islamiyah whose stated goal is the creation of an Islamic Super-state in Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia and Southern Philippines.
Itís also become quite obvious that they are under the tacit protection of the Indonesian Government and Military.
Islamic terrorists are routinely either never found, manage miraculous escapes or their trials are subject to protracted delays, procrastination and endless appeals etc whereas any reprisals by non-Islamists like the (fabricated) ĎPoso threeí are swiftly executed by firing squad.
The first step in creating an Islamic Super-state is to eradicate all non-Muslims and to this end Balinese tourism stands out as a prime target (killing two birds with one stone so to speak).
The Balinese are a deeply religious people and neither know nor care about politics and many of them still donít understand who targeted their island and why.
After the first Bali bomb, the tourists fled but when it became clear that this was an isolated incident and many of the culprits had been caught, they began to return.
Just when the tourist industry was getting back on its feet again, J.I. sent a bunch of suicide bombers and the tourists fled again.
It seems that as long as tourism remains at a pitifully low level, the island will remain as safe as houses but thereís little doubt that history will repeat itself should the infidels return in significant numbers.
When I first heard of the organization and their ambitions, I though it a preposterous plan with no chance of success but now Iím not so sure.
They have played their hand quite skillfully and the economic and political climate seems to have swung in their favour
Jemaah Islamiyah is protected by the Indonesian Government (whatever they may say to the contrary) who in turn are in the pocket of the US Government (whether radical Islam likes it or not) and I leave it to you to decide where the sewer rats come into all this and to what twisted purpose.
Interesting to read, Don, that you were in Western Samoa in the mid Ď80s as I was there too for about six months in í82; staying at Betty Mooreís in Apia (when I wasnít cycling around Savaii) before jumping a sailing ship to Tonga, Fiji and Vanu Atu on my way to Indonesia.
Life was still good back then for the Pacific islanders who lived in true paradise (would that it still were).
Reading Hariís latest post on the haze from forest fires in Indonesia and the regular chemtrail spraying over KL, I feel very lucky that Bali is free of both.
The distance from the remaining rainforests and the direction of the prevailing winds conspire to keep the air in Bali clear and to my knowledge Chemtrails never been seen here.
The island has its fair share of Towers of course and they seem to be visible everywhere I go.
My gifting operations are on hold for the time being; some doubt has been cast on the positivity of my stainless steel orgonite and the aluminium tailings from the machine-shop have yet to transpire (perhaps next week; but this is Indonesia).
When they do (and weather permitting) I shall be back on my trusty steed and busting towers further afield.
The monsoon season is finally beginning here in Nusatenggara (usually starts around early November) and last night we had the first heavy rain in months.
Last Edited: December 23, 2006 06:33 by Edostar
|Chemtrails over Bali - January 7, 2007 00:47|
|Today is a black day for Bali with the
first sighting of a chemtrail.
Yesterday's weather was fantastic (this photo fails to do it justice) and I saw what I think is my first Sylph over the garden.
This morning I was surprised to see how much 'moisture' there was in the sky replacing the clarity that has become usual and on closer inspection there seemed to be a feint criss-cross of grey lines everywhere similar to the pictures I've seen of high-level chemtrail spraying.
This faded somewhat but still the sky wasn't anything like as clear as it was yesterday although the cumulus were there as usual (looked like the lower part of the photo below).
I was pouring the last of the TBs before breakfast when I heard a helicopter approaching (a black one as it turned out) that flew down from the north, circled round the east side of my garden and away to the south-west.
I banished paranoid thoughts from my mind and went back to my TBs.
Later in the day I was just sitting down at the computer when I noticed the chemtrail through the window and snapped it for posterity.
It was nearly right over our garden and the bit that passed nearest the CB was already nearly gone (just off-camera to the right).
As time passed, I saw that it was definitely a chemtrail as it just spread out and out and finally enveloped the whole sky in a thick white haze that's slowly thinning as I write.
I've mentioned once or twice in my posts how glad I was not to have to contend with chemtrail-spraying but alas, those days seem to be over.
I've found a good source of machine-shop floor-sweepings that seem to make better orgonite than the expensive stainless steel scouring-pads did and when I collect my next sack-full, I'm going to make another CB to counter the muck from above.
So much for 'happy gifting'; this is War.